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Harem Ethics 101 64. The Portal
“No… really?” I said with exaggerated sarcasm at hearing I couldn’t bring my gun with me to go shopping for adventuring supplies. She bumped her hip playfully against me before leaning against the backrest of the lounge’s couch next to me. “Indeed,” she giggled before her tone took on a teasing quality as well, “and I hope I don’t need to tell you to keep your hands to yourself while we’re away from Stone Lock. While it is unlikely for you to be discovered as an outworlder, drawing unnecessary attention would still be unwise.” “Uh-huh…” My mouth curved up into a wide grin as an idea formed at her words. “So, since we’re trying to avoid too much attention, we should probably decide on a cover relationship in case someone asks. It’d be awfully suspicious if we had to scramble to make something up on the spot.” “Do you truly believe a random stranger would ask such a thing…?” “You never know… better safe than sorry, right?” “I suppose so,” she said with a ring of amusement in her
Harem Ethics 101 65. Port Marine
A salty breeze filled my nose as the warden and I stepped out of the portal which closed behind us seconds later. We stood on a slab of stone about fifteen feet in width and length. It had a ring of runes etched into it and a juncture anchor rising from the center, both identical to the far passage in Stone Lock. However, unlike the far passage in Stone Lock, this one wasn’t inside a windowless stone room, but instead beneath a wooden pavilion situated on a large pier extending out into the ocean from a beachside city made of smooth white stone. All along the edges of the pier were more far passages with people of all shapes and sizes entering and exiting portals, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring slack jawed at them. A huge guy in a tight blue tunic and trousers with pale green skin walked by, talking animatedly with what looked to be a man with metallic skin and plated armor covering their body. An orc and mechanis…? I think. As I watched them, my eyes caught on a tall,
Harem Ethics 101 66. Aesthetically Sublime
The inside of Jerethal’s Leatherworks had a surprisingly warm atmosphere with its worn hardwood flooring, racks displaying various styles of leather armor, and pleasant lighting shining from a few sun shards embedded in the ceiling. A tall, lean human who I assumed to be the owner of the shop hunched over a sturdy-looking wood counter at the far end of the store. He muttered darkly as he scribbled something in a ledger, but with the chime of the bell above the door as I pushed it open, his sharp green eyes flicked towards the warden and I as we stepped inside. “Welcome,” he grumbled through a scowl before returning his focus to his battle with the ledger. “Feel free to look about…” Not seeming to be put off in the slightest by the disgruntled man’s poor salesmanship, the warden strode up to the counter. She beamed at him and gestured to me as I arrived beside her. “This one requires a full set of lightweight armor preferably made from dune stalker hide and runed to bolster its re
Harem Ethics 101 67. Spearward Rune
Over the next few minutes, the shopkeeper disappeared three times through the door behind his counter, returning each time with a different set of leather armor and setting their chest piece atop the counter. All three were made from the same smokey gray hide and lightweight style. “These three were the only ones I had on hand that’d fit someone your size,” the shopkeeper said, eyeing me up and down from across the counter. “Well, maybe with some minor adjustments.” Then, seeming to lose interest in me, his attention moved to the warden. “Now, each of these has a different rune etched in the lining to keep out of sight from prying eyes…” He then thumped the armor one after another as he continued. “This one’s got a Spearward rune. This one a Breezewalker rune. And this one a Spiritwell rune.” “We’ll take the one with the Spearward rune,” the warden said as soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking. He nodded knowingly, seeming to have guessed which one she’d pick. “A practical dec
Harem Ethics 101 68. What's in the Bag?
It’d taken a couple hours to try on the dark gray leather armor and get it properly fitted, but when all was said and done, it fit as though it were made for me. The protective hide covered my torso, shoulders, upper arms, and thighs, which allowed my arms and legs to be more or less unrestricted in their movements. However, this lack of protection for my limbs had caused me to shift my weight uneasily as I realized the only thing keeping my leg from getting cut off at the knees, or my arms at the elbows, was the fabric of my pants and shirt. The shopkeeper had addressed my concerns by telling me, “Mobility comes with more risk to those who lack skill…” His words hadn’t really helped, but they had made a certain amount of sense. Worries aside, though, I had immediately discarded my previous outfit before conjuring a new cloak, long sleeved shirt, pants, boots, and pair of gloves all the same dark smokey color as the armor. The shopkeeper had let out a raspy chuckle at my desire
Harem Ethics 101 69. To Claim This Wonderful Woman
The warden had told me we’d visit Port Marine again before I went to Chromayn Academy, so the choice on my end between hanging out for a while or returning to Stone Lock to find out what was in the sack had been obvious and immediate… My mind had rarely left the mystery bag as we made our way back to Port Marine’s pier, and to my annoyance, she’d refused to let me see inside the entire way. “I might show you after we return home,” she’d said with a smug grin as we walked side-by-side through the crowds of people going about their business on Port Marine’s main street. As I was sure she’d been fully aware of, her teasing words and the way she’d delivered them had stirred me up, making me want to somehow fire back. However, instead of giving into my knee-jerk reaction of sidling up next to her and giving her sculpted ass a possessive squeeze, I’d only smiled affably at her. I’d get her back later when she’d least expect it… # Having returned to Stone Lock, I followed the warde
Harem Ethics 101 70. Debt
“Aha! Found it!” the warden cheered, suddenly straightening just as I was about to pull up her dress, and as though being snapped out of a trance, my higher brain functions were restored. “Huh?” I blinked, staring dumbly at the back of her head. She turned on her heels to face me, clutching a rectangular, metallic cube to her chest. Finding there to be barely any distance between us, a coy grin curved her mouth before she leaned her ass against the top of the couch’s backrest to create a little more room to show off what she’d taken from the bag. “If you recall, I told you last week we’d have an opportunity to obtain some somnium you could use to craft a more durable gun…” she said, using both hands to present a thick bar of dull metal the color of bone. I took it, and was surprised by how much muscle I needed to put into keeping it aloft. It must have been dense, like gold. “Damn, it’s heavier than it looks. Didn’t you say it was supposed to be lightweight?” “Indeed I did, and i
Harem Ethics 101 71. Contrast
Standing a few steps away from the warden, the densely heavy bar of somnium felt cool in my hand. I inspected the pale, dull metal and checked my phone to make sure I knew what I was doing. Finding the phone’s entry about using raw materials to reduce the spiritual cost of conjuring an item, a spark of satisfaction came to life in me at seeing it matched up with what I’d been able to remember on my own. Feeling ready to give it a shot, I slid my phone into a pouch fixed to the belt of my armor and began the process of making the somnium revolver. Okay…I’ve got plenty of spirit… First, will the gun into existence, but don’t imbue it. Just hold it in place.Particles of bright blue energy appeared in the air in front of me, merging into the shape of my revolver. I maintained my concentration on the conjuration, causing the gun-shaped mass of light to hover in place as it awaited to be imbued with enough spirit to gain physical form.Now, ‘make physical contact with pure material unpo
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175. What Kind of Game?
“What do you mean?” I asked, thinking I knew already, but wanting to hear her say it to avoid any possibility of misunderstanding. “What kind of game?”. “A game where we can explore darker urges,” she said, eyes and voice smoldering with arousal. “For you see, on occasion it can be fun to allow someone to feel that rush of power all people secretly want.” My cock demanded action as my guts surged with excited energy, and my mind agreed. I grinned at her. Want to play at being a nice submissive demi-empyrean for me?” Holding my gaze, she slipped her hand from mine and rose from her seat. Her bare feet padded lightly against the floor as she took a few paces away from me. I shifted in my seat and watched her. Focus going to the window framed by her wings to enjoy the way her hips and skirt swayed with her steps. I only caught hints of its outline because of the loose lower half of the sundress, but need surged as I thought of the juicy, firm ass I knew awaited me. My cock flexed
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Hey, folks. I'll be hanging out on the MegaNovel Discord. Feel free to let me know what you think about the book. Or about whatever else... argue with me about the sex ethics of the characters in the book, tell me you want to focus on story, more sex scenes, more talking, or if you want to just chat about whatever. I also take requests for scenes and might work them in if I can make them fit. As for my release schedule. I'm working on another project right now (it's going to be a traditional novel and be released elsewhere), but my plan is to work on Harm Ethics when I can. So I'll try and get a chapter or two out when I find time to write it. Thanks for reading this far!
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174. What Do You Think of Harems, Lysandra?
Sitting beside Lysandra at the long dining table, our hands clasped its surface, my heart quickened as I stared into her glowing amber eyes. This was it. She was going to agree to join the harem. A coy smile curled her lips. “The general rules I remember, but I would like a deeper understanding of this harem before I submit myself to yours and Saelia’s judgment of whether I am accepted as a full member.” My desire to cement mine and Saelia’s relationship with Lysandra pulsed in my heart and mind. She seemed to want to play games though… Or was this some kind of final reality check to see if she could accept everything that went with being part of the harem? My already stiff cock throbbed as though threatening me with vengeance if I didn’t seal the deal. I wanted her bad… but it’d break mine and Saelia’s hearts if she grew resentful and angry being in the harem. So I needed her to be absolutely certain she wanted to join. “What do you think of harems, Lysandra?” I asked. “Reall
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173. Obvious to Anyone and Everyone
Lysandra shifted uncomfortably across from me at the long dining table of Stone Lock. My rebuttal to her demand that I tell Saelia I loved her by telling her she should do the same seemed to put her on edge. “The past few days she’s been so unwell,” she said, uncertainty slipping into her eyes, “and I’ve admittedly been uncertain if I can fully recommit my heart to her as well.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, suppressing frustration at seeing her dawdling at the finish line when they were so close to patching things up.” Lysandra furrowed her brow, seeming to consider how to best answer my question. Feeling like I was diffusing a bomb and one wrong suggestion might make her overthink everything, I carefully prodded further. “Look, I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but is it really something you don’t feel like you can’t move past?” A spark of emotion came to life in her amber eyes, and she pursed her lips. After considering for a moment longer, she si
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172. There's Something You Must Do
Over the next three days, Lysandra had used me like a sexual chew toy to relieve her frustration over Saelia not letting us sleep in her room and my deflections when asked why. Fortunately, though, this frustration didn’t bleed into her dedication to her mission to improve my proficiency with my left hand and my ability to conjure items under pressure. Saelia had mostly slept, but came down like she promised whenever she was awake. During this time, she’d mostly recovered from her spiritual overdraft, and with this, she gradually returned to being her usual cheery self. Part of me was relieved to see her mood lift. However, my worry for her had not eased, because she still hadn’t told me what’d happened in New Venice. Waiting had been frustrating, but this morning Lysandra had said she believed Saelia would likely be fully recovered by the time dinner rolled around. Tonight was the night… I just wished I could fast forward time to get there faster. Lysandra, Saelia, and I sa
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171. Rush
Lysandra charged at me from across the far side of Stone Lock’s main room. The excitement and burning power in her eyes made my heart thunder in my chest as flustered panic grew in me. Unlike Saelia, Lysandra didn’t zigzag or attempt anything resembling a tactical approach. Instead, she simply rushed towards me like a raging bull. I leveled the barrel of my gun and unloaded all six rounds into her. Each hit created splatters of glowing blue liquid on her chest, stomach, shoulder, and cheek. By the time I’d fired my last bullet, she’d closed the distance between us to no more than ten feet. There wouldn’t be time to reload, so I dropped the gun. As the empty firearm fell, I tossed the wooden breacher from my non-dominant left hand to my right. But before my fingers could even wrap around the handle, Lysandra was in arm’s reach. She swiped at me lazily with a slow hook. Just grabbing my dagger in time, I ducked the attack, feeling as thought I’d just dodged a baseball bat despite
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170. Cozy Library
The declaration that she wanted to train had caught me off guard, considering we’d almost died last night, but when I’d processed what she’d said, a smile curved my lips. With the entrance exam for Chromaryn Academy approaching and after getting my ass beat by Faelius and Mark, I was determined to get stronger. So, when the angelic woman told me she wanted to train, I’d deferred feeing her until later and instead bubbled with eager excitement as I followed her from the library. Because I’d forgotten to ask for permission to unlock the front door to Stone Lock, Lysandra and I had settled for the open space between the entrance and the lounge. The warm light of the constellation of sun shards hanging from the stone ceiling felt like afternoon sunshine on my skin. I wore conjured black combat fatigues, boots, and a t-shirt. The only part of my armor I wore was my belt and gun holster. I hadn’t yet gotten around to cleaning the blood and grime off the rest. About half a dozen feet
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169. Cozy Library
Closing the door behind me, I stepped into Stone Lock’s cozy library. At the room’s center, Lysandra sat at a table beneath a cluster of sun shards hanging from the ceiling. Book in hand, her eyes trailed across the pages as she read. When I entered, her attention slid to me. “She is asleep, right?” “Yup, out cold. She said she’ll come down whenever she wakes up.“ I pulled out a chair and sat down at the square table. Remembering my promise to Saelia not to tell Lysandra about our conversation, I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. My mouth curved into a teasing grin at the angelic woman and I nodded at the book. “‘The Needful Elf’? You and Saelia really do enjoy cultured literature.” “Yes, I do. What is it to you?” she said, a hint of sheepish defensiveness coloring her expression. “Nothing,” I said with a small chuckle. “You just don’t seem like the type.” “Oh? What ‘type’ am I?” she asked, a hint of annoyance and challenge creeping into her voice.
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168. You Won't Understand...
Sitting next to Saelia in the pitch blackness of her room, I stared at her blindly. “That’s not true!” The incredulous response from my heart bypassed my brain and rushed straight out of my mouth. “Mark doesn’t know shit!” “No, he does…” Frustrated anger simmered in me. It threatened to boil over at the way she was talking about herself, but I managed to stifle the urge to righteously dismiss the ridiculous claims. Instead, I attacked the root of the problem. “What happened in New Venice is the reason you won’t use your Scorcher magic, right?” Wimpers leaked from her as her effort to control her voice wavered. “Yes…” “It’s the reason you feel like this?” “Yes…” “Alright, tell me what happened. I’ll tell you after if I think you’re a monster or not.” “Please… Don’t make me do this…” My heart tensed at the quivering fear in her exhausted voice, but I pressed forward. “I don’t think you’re a monster… but this seems to be the only way I can think of to convince you of it.” “Y
